Spring of Life.

Have you ever been torn between a decision of either having fun or being bored? Well, in my lifetime I have been in numerous amounts of these situations but I’ve always chosen “having fun” over “being bored.” I know you’re thinking “so what” or “duh” but the twist to this situation is that for every action there is a reaction. One’s interpretation of having fun may not be fun or amusing to someone else. Wondering what this has to do with anything right? This is all leading up to the seasons of life, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Spring is my season, meaning I have a light load on my shoulders and so much of my life ahead of me. My attitude, responsibilities and choices play a big role in my season of life. Enjoyment with this essay is guaranteed.

For one, my attitude plays a big part in my stage of life. My maturity isn’t quite fully developed to the point where I can control my anger. “He say, she say” stuff still catches my attention and I still get in many fights. Little things like the continuous tapping of a papermate pencil irritate me to the point where I go crazy! One day I was walking down the street around my neighborhood when a girl walked up to me trying to start trouble. Me being me. fed into her little plan and got into a huge fight with her. But hey, that’s just me.

Lucky me! To have little to no responsibility. How many teens do you know get allowance without even doing any chores? If any, add one more to your list, me! Don’t really mean to brag but I have no job, no bills to pay, no children to provide for and don’t have to buy any groceries. Can pretty much say, “I got it made.” Don’t have to worry about anything because when I go home I know I can just sit back, watch a little television, get on myspace if I want and eat until the refrigerator is empty. One time, my mother asked me to do the dishes. I asked her if it was “April Fools Day” and laughed. My mom was speechless because she knew that she couldn’t get mad due to the fact that she spoiled me pretty much my whole life.

Last but not least, my choices! Choices, choices and more choices! Never gets old. Like I mentioned in my introduction, everyone has a different reaction to things. Being me, my choices and reactions aren’t really thought out before done. Consequences involved? Ugh, who cares, I just want to have fun! The only time I really think about my choices is when it has something to do with hurting someone. Hurting people isn’t really my twist and I can sort of relate to Lizabeth from “The Marigolds” with this topic. When Lizabeth’s brother was throwing stones at Miss Lottie’s fence, she had a chance to join in but she didn’t. Her decision had something to do with her kind-heartedness. She didn’t want to hurt Miss Lottie.

Don’t lie, you know this essay was the bomb! Here I go bragging again, but I can’t help but state the obvious! Spring of life is where I stand due to my attitude, responsibilities and choices. Give me two more years or so, I’ll be more mature and probably in my summer of life. So, what’s your season?

The Rebel Essay.

When reading this poem by Mari Evans call “The Rebel”, there lied three reasons as to why I liked it. Length played a major role in my fascination with this poem. Secondly, death was involved and lastly, I liked the structure of the poem. I will be discussing these three reasons more briefly. Feel free to read along if interested.
First of all, I find the length of a poem very important when choosing one to read, I really wouldn’t want to bore myself. When taking my first glance at this poem, I realized that this poem happened to be extremely short. Exactly twenty-seven words existed in this poem and it had no more the four words to a line, “curiosity” being one of the biggest words. This poem was equivalent to two sentences. My love for how Mari Evans used little sentences appeared to be amazing. The phrase “When I die…” makes the reader want to read more.
Another reason why I was drawn to this poem was because I liked the fact that it had something to do with death. Something about death seems to be fascinating. The first sentence I read head the word “die” it. After seeing that, from that point on I knew it would be interesting. The rebel talks about having a big funeral. I loved the sort of mystery feeling that the rebel had, kind of like he was wondering who would attend his funeral and how it would turn out. I figured this out when reading this quote, “I’m sure I will have a big funeral.” Feeling as though the rebel had some sort of curiosity to how his funeral would turn out, made me want to continue to read.
Lastly, the structure of this poem was incredible. So many questions and ideas popped into my head when looking at the structure. Well, I wondered if the skinny structure of the poem could resemble the rebel’s casket. Really enjoyed the fact that the poem contained no real sentences. One quote said, “Curiosity seekers…coming to see if I am really dead…” Mari Evans sort of replaces periods to end a sentence with continuous dots to make the reader’s mind ponder.
Overall, I loved this poem because it was short, I mean I grew up kind of lazy. My fascination with death made me understand the rebel’s point of view. But the structure of the poem topped it all off.

Narrative Essay Part 1

LuLu: Hello!
Poodie: Yea.
LuLu: Why do you sound like that?
Poodie: Like what?
LuLu: I don’t know, so sad, what’s wrong?
Poodie: Nothing, uhmm are you cheating on me?
LuLu: No, why would you ask me that? What did you hear something?
Poodie: Yea but its nothing, I mean I just be hearing stuff.
LuLu: Stuff like what? Hear we go again, you are always listening to what you hear. You are supposed to love me and trust me but yet, you listen to everything you hear.
Poodie: I don’t know like I trust you and everything but I always hear the same thing. Somebody said they saw you with another dude at the mall.
LuLu: What? That don’t even sound right. The last time I went to the mall was when I went school shopping and if I was with any dude it was my brother.
Poodie: Ard Ashante I’m going to see you later at the party.
LuLu: Okay I love you!
Poodie: Yea me too.
(They hang up the phone. Ashante is getting ready for the party.)
Ashante: Mom!
Mom: What? Stop yelling!
Ashante: I’m ready lets go!
Mom: Okay go start up the car.
Ashante: Okay!
(Ashante starts up the car and waits for her mom to come. 10 minutes later she arrives at the party.)
Ashante: Alright mom come pick me up at 11:30.
Mom: Okay, be good.
Ashante: huh? Alright mom!
(Her mother pulls off. Ashante walks over to the line and sees all of her friends.)
Ashante: Hey yall!
Friends: Wussup girl!
(Ashante and her friends pay their 10 dollars and walk into the party. The music is very loud. The whole time Ashante’s walking, she’s looking around hoping that she see’s her boyfriend.)